“I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”
“I can’t hide who I am. I can’t say things I don't mean, say that I like things I hate, or hate things I like. And more than anything, I can’t lie to myself.” —Key